This is Story # 36 of my series about my post-marital sexual journey. Read the first story (Babysitter Lauren) or my profile, for any background needed. You may see references to prior stories/people, but for the most part each story stands on its own.
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Jewel
Jewel was a soccer and basketball star at our local high school when my kids were very young. Since I'm a sports nut and wanted my kids to get into sports as well, I took them to as many different games as I could.
I was also a member of our school's athletic boosters, so it was easy to get to know the various athletes, and I got to know Jewel very well. She was a complete bad ass on the playing field, but off of it, she was sweet, thoughtful, intelligent, respectful. A perfect young lady.
Jewel looked like Serena Williams in a way, with very dark skin, big, full lips and big tits that stood out firm. All muscle, strong and built like brick shithouse. Her measurements in high school were 5'8" 165 pounds. And even though she was one of the sweetest people I'd ever known, she looked mean and tough, kind of a resting bitch face.
Jewel graduated and went off to some school on the coast, continued her athletic career which we followed online, but was soon forgotten after she graduated from college and entered the work force, and I hadn't given Jewel any thought for four or five years.
I was traveling for work in the winter after Abby moved away. I had wrapped up a meeting and headed to a downtown watering hole for a drink before heading back to my hotel. As I scoped out the professional ladies in the area, thinking about hitting on one, I heard my name called.
"Mr. G?"
I turned, and there was Jewel. She was dressed to the nines in a business suit, and it complimented her figure very well. She knew what kind of a body she had and she was using it to her advantage.
She hugged me, and of course I offered her a seat and a drink. She had come with friends but quickly ditched them as she sat with me to get caught up on all the happenings in our home town. We talked about my kids (now teenagers), and of course her career path after college.
Jewel was now just 28 (I was now 50), and she explained that she had gone on to law school and was now working in-house for a Fortune 500 company.
After our second drink, I got bold, telling her that she had really grown into a beautiful young woman. Jewel eyed me sideways, the sexual tension clearly getting palpable. She complimented me as well, saying that men always got better looking as they got older, and said my salt and pepper hair was sexy.
I asked about a boyfriend, and she said she wasn't interested at the moment, saying that she focused on working hard, but when she did play, she "played even harder."
Moment of truth.
I said, "I'd love to know what that entails."
She leaned forward and whispered in my ear, "You like black pussy?"
Jackpot!!
I leaned forward and whispered back. "I LOVE black pussy. And black tits, and black ass, and I'm thinking about one particular black pussy right now."
She reached over and put her hand on my crotch, feeling my dick, which had started to spring to life minutes before. She rubbed my dick through my pants for a minute until it was fully hard, then gave it a tight squeeze.
She said, "I prefer white guys to black guys, but black guys typically have bigger dicks, generally speaking, and I like big dicks. And this will do juuuuuussssst fine."
She asked how long I was in town, and I told her that I was at a hotel right up the street, and scheduled to take the first train home the next morning at 7:00 am.
Jewel looked me in the eyes, the sweetness that I recalled from her youth gone, and with a serious tone, she said, "I suggest you change that reservation. There might not be anything left of you by 7:00 a.m. And I hope you have some Viagra or something, because I'm going to fuck and suck this big white cock all night."
Jewel was intimidating. Fortunately, I did bring along my secret stash of little blue miracles. I hoped I had enough!
Unwilling to show any intimidation, I looked her straight back in the eye and said, "You don't scare me, black cunt. Maybe you'll be the one calling in sick tomorrow. And I hope you know how to deep throat a big dick, because my cock is gonna fuck your throat whether you like it or not."
Her smile told me that we were exactly on the same page - that this night would not be two people making sweet love, it would be animalistic fucking with no holds barred.
I couldn't lose either way.
I paid the bill and hit the bathroom while she said goodbye to her friends, and we walked out together, her friends quietly cheering in the background, with one of them giving me a thumbs up and then crossing his fingers.
It was cold, but my hotel was close, so we quickly hurried into the revolving door and past the front desk. The bellman gave me a wry smile as we headed toward the elevators, knowing that I had come alone two days before.
My room was on the fifteenth floor, and we got on the elevator with four other people, who pushed buttons lower than fifteen, so we got in the back. When the door closed, Jewel reached over and unzipped my dress pants, which made an unmistakable sound in the silence of the elevator.